Odd Factor:
It starts out with this guy (I will call him Joe). As I'm talking to Joe, I notice that he seems a bit beside himself...sad even. It turns out that Joe has this entire Captain Jack thing going on: he can die, but eventually he will come back to life. He doesn't have the cool futuristic toys etc, he's just (aside from his immortality) human. Time after time, I watch Joe take a gun, shoot himself in the hand, then go off to get hit by a bus, or jump in front of a train....eventually, he comes back.
At some point, he figures out he's doing it all wrong. I'm sitting in my truck and watching Joe who's now at the beach with a friend; he's shot himself in the hand, and goes fishing. Unfortunately, he's fishing in a shark & gator infested pond. His blood dripping into the water draws the attention of...well, the sharks and gators, which proceed to snap into his tasty flesh.
Something at this point seems to wake Joe up...he doesn't really want to die, in fact he's scared shitless. His friend grabs him, and quickly they hide behind the tiny space between a hut and the fence.
I call Joe and his friend over, they jump the fence...Joe realises that he's been wrong all along, he knows he can die now, but he just doesn't want to. At this point, we notice that the pond is now changing, and now emerging from this pond are hundreds of dinosaurs. I turn on the radio, and we hear that this is happening all over. We quickly haul ass away down 880, towards a house that I own (definitely, in my dreams). There, 5 friends are already waiting, with boxes a plenty of packed ramen and bottled water. We have an old man sitting on this...tractor like thing, which is attached to a cylinder. He drives it around and around in a circle, which is firing off crystals that are keeping the dinosaurs at bay.
We look out to the road, and in between people getting gobbled up by dinosaurs, there's a fleet of UPS drivers making...deliveries. Completely unphased they are, even though they are getting snatched up as well. At this point, I go inside and look at my monitor, and I see that we're down to the last 11 crystals which will keep the repel-o-dinosaur working. I run out, shut off the power, and grab the old man and some girl who was out helping, and we run back into the house. The problem is that the lock doesn't work. We've got some bungee rope, and some tape over a parchment-type door (it used to be solid, I don't know where the original one went). So here we are, taping and bungee cording the parchment. That, my friends, is our dinosaur security.
Thankfully all of the rooms are downstairs, and we all take the boxes of ramen and water down.
At this point, I'm looking into the bathroom, and Sylvester Stallone is standing there. "We'll each take turns", he says. "4 in the daytime, and 4 at night, watching to make sure nobody breaks in, or no dinosaurs get in." At this point, I turn around the corner of the hall, and there is a guy huddled in the corner...ON the ceiling, screaming. Everybody rushes out of their rooms, we pull him down, and realise his feet are burned.
I wake up, and roll over to tell my husband. He's not there, so I figure, wtf, he's going to tell me to post it anyway.
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